After Master Mingyi's analysis, Pan Long finally understood the situation completely. The mist before his eyes had cleared.
He was deeply impressed by this scholar who refused to enter official service, and he could not help asking what they should do next.
"Actually, we could do nothing at all," Master Mingyi said. "The Di Lineage and Zhu Zhao share the same fundamental interests. They may have disagreements and disputes that drag on for a while, perhaps even a few minor clashes, but they cannot truly fall out and come to blows. Even if they do fight, they will not strike to draw blood. It will be very difficult for us to profit from their conflict."
Pan Long frowned. "Are we supposed to do nothing, then? Just watch as they throw the common people's lives into chaos over their own paltry gains?"
Master Mingyi sighed. "The enemy is strong and we are weak. A rash move would be very risky!"
Pan Long's frown deepened. "Then is there nothing we can do?"
Before Master Mingyi could speak, Master Rizhi said, "The three of us have discussed the present situation and devised three plans: a best, a middling, and a worst. Would you care to hear them?"
"Of course! Please, go on."
"The best plan is to find a Demon God or one of the Immortals and Buddhas with a grudge against the Di Lineage to act as bait. We draw out Di Cangqiong and the lineage's other supreme experts, then kill them in an ambush," Master Rizhi said. "As far as I know, the Di Lineage has had only one Longevity practitioner in all these years, at least openly: Di Cangqiong. If he dies, the lineage loses a pillar of support, and the balance of power between it and Zhu Zhao will